My doppelganger drama

Putting down the script, he trotted back to the auditorium, looking at the stage nervously and expectantly.

The stage changes again, and Wan Yi sinks into the world of drama again...

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After that night, Rhett was still a little confused. He couldn't tell Sister Meili about it, but if he wanted to lead people to escape just as Grandpa Katsis said, he couldn't make up his mind.

The bizarreness of the story is one thing, but the importance of this home to him is also an issue.

Just run away with Sister Meili? What about the adoptive parents? What about grandfather?

After that, he went to his grandfather's study as his grandfather said, and his grandfather took him to open a secret room in his study.

And there was where he and the predecessors of the Fieldstone family studied witchcraft.

The secret room has ample space and is divided into two rooms. One is the main research area, filled with various ancient books and strange materials.

In the other room, his grandfather did not explain its use, but seeing the bone residue in the corner and the smell of blood that remained in the air forever made him realize its function.

Witchcraft that works on the human body cannot be used on oneself or even family members without any testing.

"I leave the method of entering the secret room to you. You can come in and out at will, get a preliminary understanding of witchcraft here, and even study some preparations for future self-defense. At least before the next full moon night, you'd better make a choice. Take Meili and leave the family."

After saying that, my grandfather left with a forlorn figure.

Faced with so much unfamiliar and mysterious knowledge, Rhett was initially at a loss.

It was obvious that his grandfather had no intention of him having an in-depth understanding of witchcraft, and he did not even intend to take him in personally. Without a suitable tutor for such complicated knowledge, it would be extremely difficult to understand it from scratch.

Rhett could understand his grandfather's contradictions. He had already made a concession by agreeing to let himself enter the secret room. He wanted him to establish a preliminary understanding of such ridiculous things and, if possible, dig out some ways to protect himself. There is nothing wrong with strength.

Just flipping through a book, he was confused by some of the words mentioned above. He originally thought that there might be an answer later, but in the end he didn't know what the book was about until he finished reading it.

In such a bumpy situation, he spent most of his time learning new knowledge.

Perhaps his grandfather didn't expect that he would be so interested in these illusory things. He didn't even bother to review his schoolwork. Those simple and basic knowledge brought him far less attraction than novel things like witchcraft.

Moreover, the more he studied witchcraft, the more he felt a sense of urgency lingering in his heart.

Unknowingly, his original doubts about vampire monsters had turned into reality.

One day, Rhett returned to the mansion alone from the market with a package of materials.

"Red! Where have you been?" Sister Mei Li jumped out as if she was squatting when he entered the door.

"Went to Lying Market." Rhett replied.

"You didn't find your sister when you went out to play?" Meili's tone was a little sad.

"No, I just need some materials for study. I quickly went over and bought them." Rhett couldn't see this and hurriedly explained.

"Speaking of studying, you haven't practiced sword practice recently. Didn't you always treat studying as a hobby before? Are you so interested in it now?" Meili said suspiciously.

Rhett said: "This is..."

Meili suddenly beamed: "I have always said that studying is a trivial matter. In fact, you have fallen behind a bit recently, right? But you are embarrassed to tell others that you can only work hard on your own secretly. How cute."

Rhett hesitated to speak, and finally could only nod. Just let it be.

"Then I won't disturb you. When you relax, sister will take you to eat delicious food!" Meili left elegantly and lively.

Rhett looked at Meili's figure quietly and gently grasped the paper bag holding the materials.

If such a thing really exists...

Although it was just a daily conversation, Rhett studied more intensively.

It was normal to study late, and every night he could be seen in the secret room reading by light of fire.

Rhett's talent is very strong. At present, in all the fields he has experienced, his talent has not yet seen an end.

The outline of witchcraft gradually took shape in his mind. Although he did not fast forward directly to start studying the principles of so-called witchcraft, at least he had mastered the use of simple witchcraft.

At the same time, relying on practical knowledge, he also successfully found the so-called evil witchcraft in exchange for power, as well as the counter-witchcraft developed by his grandfather, and a series of methods against vampire monsters.

Time flies by in this situation.

There are still a few days until the next full moon night that my grandfather said.

But things are unpredictable, and maybe my grandfather has been holding on to a kind of luck. The time estimate cannot be accurate. Not all reality will wait for you to make a decision before slowly advancing.

Tragedy often develops like this.

That night came without any warning.

At night, Rhett was awakened by shouts. He opened his eyes and stood up and went to the window to look outside. His originally hazy consciousness suddenly woke up.

Most of the mansion was burning, and in the firelight you could see figures swaying in the night with the flames.

He quickly realized the problem, put on simple protective gear, and took out a long sword from under the bed. He took out a few bags from the desk drawer in the room, put them on his waist, and pushed open the door. Leave the bedroom.

At the end of the corridor, he could already see the fire spreading towards him. He did not purse his lips, and gently tapped the scabbard with his trembling hands to stabilize his trembling heart.

As he stared at the blazing flames and was a little distracted by the shouts of the people around him, he didn't notice a pale hand stretching out of the window next to him.

Bang!

The next moment, the glass shattered, and the violent sound brought Rhett back to his senses, but the flying glass shards stung his face a little.

He subconsciously squinted his eyes, but before he could open them, a strong wind roared in front of him.

Bang!

His well-trained instinct allowed him to accurately raise his sword to resist the blow, but the irresistible force sent Red flying backwards, and he flew back into the bedroom as soon as he came out of the bedroom.

What a strength!

He was panting violently, and the punch just now made him feel like his whole body was flying, and his hands seemed to be broken!

What appeared in front of him was not the second daughter, but a man with a handsome and feminine face, his face was abnormally pale, and his demonic blood-colored pupils stared at Red coldly.

Rhett felt that the other person was looking at him like he was looking at an animal.

"Oh, there is actually a cute little guy. It's a pity that the ancestor said that everyone in this house must die tonight, otherwise I really want to turn you into a dependent and take you back." The "person" in front of me spoke. , the voice is full of magnetism.

Rhett's mind was racing.

Is the second daughter not the only monster? !

what happened? Who is the ancestor? It was this ancestor who gave the order that no one should be left alive, and that he should be transformed into dependents...

An idea flashed in his mind.

Can the power of vampire monsters be transmitted to ordinary people in some way? !

The incredible power just now can actually be produced in large quantities? !

Fear arose in Rhett's heart.

Just hearing about it can never understand the real horror, and now, he realized that he still underestimated the power of the vampire monster!

Even though he had a preliminary understanding of witchcraft, he had no conditions to test it.

He climbed up and threw away the scabbard that had been shattered by the punch just now, revealing the sharp sword underneath.

"You still have the strength to resist? It's interesting. Generally speaking, humans are weak." The blood-sucking monster in front of him shrugged.

After Rhett took a breath, he directly attacked the monster.

The monster didn't even try to dodge. His powerful strength gave him full confidence.

Then……

Poof!

The long sword cut directly into his neck, even going halfway in!

The monster's original relaxed and carefree expression disappeared, leaving only fear and anger, and then he waved and punched.

The speed is very fast, but there is still a certain gap compared to the fully explosive grandfather. Grandfather also experienced the influence of that kind of wonderful witchcraft. Even though his strength has diminished, he is still strong. He made Red adapt to that kind of rhythm of fighting in advance!

Rhett knew that his body couldn't bear a single blow, and the opponent's sudden attack from the window was not serious at all, but now the sense of crisis of death was real!

He drew away his long sword and moved around to avoid the punch. The roaring wind of the punch extended back for a distance without completely dissipating.

"How dare you!" The human-like monster roared, covering its neck.

For some reason, Red felt a sense of déjà vu when he looked at him, a sense of déjà vu that would be so hysterical for a character who thinks he is superior but is disgusted by the minions who look down upon him.

The monster was about to come forward, but Rhett did not intend to engage in a contact battle until the monster was ready. The two contacts made him clearly realize that a well-trained soldier could only face a serious monster. Just a toy.

He sprinkled a light golden dust directly from the small bag on his waist.

The monster rushed unsuspectingly into the dust and screamed the next moment.

Clusters of small flames actually ignited on his body, the burning sensation continued to grow stronger, and burn marks appeared on his body!

This was one of Red's preparations. According to his grandfather's notes, this thing was called sun essence. After mixing some materials and absorbing power from the sun, it can turn into a special liquid.

Grandfather used this liquid to temper weapons so that the weapons could burn the flesh and blood of vampire monsters, making them feel the pain as if they were being hit directly by the sun. Red's sword can cut the vampire's neck open because of this.

And he further improved on that liquid, turning it into a dust-like form that is more convenient to carry. He can easily add special powers to various weapons, and can directly attack monsters!

"What!?" The monster screamed and backed away.

Rhett took the opportunity to break the window of the room and fell onto the roof of the mansion outside.

It seemed a bit too naive to rely on this to be prepared to kill that kind of monster. He was not prepared to get entangled with the monster.

He rushed toward the fire, and after considering the distance, Rhett rationally chose to go to his adoptive father and mother's room first.

And that's where the fire is concentrated.

Before rushing into the flames, he took out a pendant and hung it up. Considering how the fire monster would attack, he prepared fire-proof witchcraft items for himself. This pendant can effectively avoid the fire. Even if you wear it, you can put your hand directly on it. It won't cause any serious problems if it is roasted in the fire, but there are side effects: if you carry it for more than an hour, you will feel as if you are drowning. After that, you need to relieve it for half an hour before wearing it again.

The pendant worked at this time. He rushed directly into the flames without being contaminated. He saw many other similar monster figures on the road, both male and female. The number made him tremble.

However, relying on the fire-avoiding pendant, he almost walked directly in the fire. With the chaos and the intensity of the fire, he was not discovered along the way.

Where the fire was concentrated, he saw countless bloody scenes.

The servant's corpse was either engulfed in flames, or the blood was eaten by those monsters, and turned into a mummy within a few seconds. I'm afraid it wasn't just the blood that was sucked.

Some of the guards of the mansion resisted bravely, but their limbs were easily broken. The way they squirmed on the ground made the monsters laugh. There are also those who are overcome by fear and throw away their armor and run away, but there are even monsters that can fly in the air and directly kill those who try to escape not far away.

He covered his mouth, his stomach churning.

It's because of these scenes that can be called massacre, and also because of the fear that keeps rising in my heart.

If they weren't afraid of the sun, these monsters would be far stronger than humans!